I came to the cliff side of the mountain, however, there was no other significant difference,
I also like to smoke Indonesian brand 234 clove cigarettes. I only have 12 cigarettes a day.
Ashes are always the final result and belong to us. After all, it is only the process.
The eternal end is now, or I am doing what I should do at this moment. I know that grace is open to everyone.
Yu Lan looked around and said, Ah! (pause) Are you sure this is where we are waiting?
(She turns around and walks to the peak, stops, faces the sea) The flowers are blooming in spring, it’s such a beautiful scenery.
She looked at me again and said, can we leave? I said, "Not yet, I'm waiting for Mowu."
Yu Lan asked: What if he doesn't come?
I said: Let's come back tomorrow.
Yu Lan was silent, and after a long time he slowly said: I just regret it a little.
I said in surprise: Have you hurt him before? Will you have a future?
My heart is also so short and difficult to detect; seeing the changes in the dusk, many people around me either walk in front of me or fall behind me. In the decay of all things, we lose our own figures and become Suddenly sad and slow, dim in the contradictory branches, lingering in the twilight. At this time, it seems that we see again:
The setting sun and everything under the setting sun are high and still have virtue.
Everything enters me or leaves me,
It seems that when I produce all things, I also produce desolation. (David’s Hymn: Looking at Kunlun Mountain)
At that time, I saw Pan Xiao riding a ghost and walking by. I felt that there was no anxiety in that face, it was light and ordinary. In a daze, I saw the existence in a moment, and thought of the kindness on the surface, like a thin slice. The snow blowing on the body makes people aware of whether they are cold or warm. In fact, when we miss and regret, our eager faces will be seen, like rain at night, lost in this troubled world; they have always been Deserted, lonely, or just a slight ripple in the stagnant water; from their lives, we see the beauty of the spring in the south, and the sound of the remaining snow on the shoes being stomped off at the door.
I heard them speak of their honours, and their deserted failures;
I told Pan Xiao that I found that many people are unable to remain cautious. When we remain still, it seems that although there is dust, we feel transparent. Therefore, my teacher told me that concentrating on one doubt will heal us. No matter what, your body will eventually change one day, and this is no exception.
November of the year before last:
My former master told me that powerful witchcraft would lead to chaos and the labyrinth of existence, but this was to conceive of a basic void from a metaphysical perspective. However, for unknown reasons, his lord finally chose to transform. However, the blood contract between him and Wushan God long ago was still valid, and he could not commit suicide. So on March 3, the Lord’s soul was placed in a black iron mask to enjoy eternal life. The master also said to me:
If they all want the same result, there will definitely be something unsatisfied.
He constantly removes the iron nails that bind him to various contractual relationships.
It’s just that I understand that all of this is already half frozen and cannot be found. It is full of bubbles. It takes me away and then leaves me alone to return. I think it is a world that can be explained reasonably, no matter how many faults it has. , it is a familiar world after all. Why do I feel sad when I see a similar figure? I saw the clock hanging on the dead wood like clothing, the brilliance hanging from the top, and being caught by Pan Xiao's open palm.
Actually, not many people know that I am a super demon, but I also frequently participate in underground activities.
From the meeting with hatonn, we also got some information about the changes in the group:
We don't mean to be dismissive, but we don't want to completely fix those distortions.
We are eager to seek things beyond the physical illusion, just like Allen, this man is very young and was once a so-called wanderer. But he also had moments of enlightenment, like returning to a certain kind of soul. Through the changes over the years, it
It suddenly shakes people, taking away all vain emotions from it; there is the sound of the body splitting, and the world splits into two parts (quietly attached there) under its blinding calm.
I think: Or, these are not necessary, but may be chosen by each of us; we choose a law, or we do not choose it. For example, you may be the transient you, as if dancing, at this moment
Pleasure yourself with different distortions.
This era is drowning in our doubts. To twist out the fictitious and declining branches in the distance, emotion alone is not enough.
For example, what supports our lives is will, not reason; the basis of morality and politics is self-interest and empathy.
But sometimes, I also ask myself:
I seem to be living in a messy state of mourning, loving nothing else, and spending all my time waiting. This choice is weak.
I quickly remembered that Mo Wu once said that the one who is willing to let down and hurt is not the one you love most, but the one who is easiest to get.
No matter when, where, who we meet, or how it ends, we will wither sooner or later.
Such a thing is like its quiet place, but we are outside them.
I feel: My will is like a diseased tree, dancing through the vicissitudes of life. Every time, when I take out a lighter to light a cigarette, I always see some painful prisoners dancing in the flames. But I understand that fire is inner and
Super life, it can hide, like buried hatred and revenge. Like blood dripping in the dust, small yellow flowers bloom.
Because of this, my seven forms are opposite to the seven rocks.
Approach or leave. There is only one hand like a bird, pulling the yin and yang,
It is like Tai Chi in which the hands turn into clouds and the hands turn into rain in the virtual reality.